(This is a prequel to Administrative Privileges by Otherhazards and written with permission from her. It's in two parts. Here is part one. Enjoy.) “Ms. Administrator? Mr. Hale is here. Would you like me to stay?†Helen raised an eyebrow at her assistant and pursed her lips as if in consideration over an array of options, before finally giving a curt shake of her head. â€No. Show him in and then leave us, but stay nearby. I may want you later.†â€Yes, ma’am.†Giving a demure sort of bob of her head, the young bespectacled woman left the office. She was soon replaced by a huge boisterous Australian man clad only in cutoff shorts, hiking boots, a slouch hat, and a luxurious moustache. Still, though he towered over the stern woman at the mahogany desk, there was no question who the dominant force in the room was. Helen was about to ensure this beyond a shadow of a doubt. â€Good afternoon, Mr. Hale.†â€G’day, Helen! Now, you know you don’t have to be all formal with me, my little blossom!†â€Mr. Hale, I’ll remind you this is a meeting of business and not pleasure. I would appreciate it if you would at least dispense with the pet names.†She massaged her temples, glad that soon enough that particular annoyance would be optional. Still, she couldn’t help but keep a cool flicker of a predatory grin from her lips. â€Oh, all work and no play makes Jack a dull bloke, and you know that. Still, if you insist, my dear, let’s get the dull formalities out of the way and then we can get to what we both know we’re really here for.†â€Very well. The reason I asked to see you today is that R and D has put together an interesting little gadget you may want to consider purchasing for use at Mann Co. I have the prototype right here to show you.†Violet-taloned fingers reached across the desk’s surface and picked up a thick black disc about the size of a large drink coaster and the width of two of the Australian’s fingers. She held it up at about the man’s eye level. He snorted, obviously unimpressed. â€What is that thing, anyway? If it’s a bomb, it’s nowhere big enough to make the sort of explosions I’d want having the Mann Co. name attatched to them, it’d be the most impractical gun I’ve ever seen, and it’s most absolutely not a hat.†â€Astute as ever, Mr. Hale. It’s not a bomb, a gun, or a hat. But if you’ll look it over, I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.†And almost in a casual gesture, the woman clicked a switch on the back of the disc. Immediately, it lit up with an array of purple lights that began to blink, displaying intricate and fascinating patterns. Just as quickly, the Australian’s eyes widened a bit, fixing themselves on them. While this was happening, Helen pressed a button on her desk, summoning her assistant. Her voice was more soft and pleasing for this stage, but the Administrator was confident that she herself would still be the one in control at the end. At least, if Pauling knew what was good for her. Walking up behind the seated man, Pauling began to speak soothingly into his ear, keeping her eyes closed as not to be drawn in by the lights. â€That’s right, Mr. Hale… watch the lights. Watch the pretty flickering lights. They move in such fascinating ways, don’t they? Such pretty patterns. Gaze into those patterns, Mr. Hale. Let everything else fade. Let everything else grow hazy and dark. All you can see are the lights. All you can hear is my voice.†â€â€¦pretty… lights…†Already, Saxton’s expression was beginning to grow soft, docile. The hypnotic array that R and D had put together was potent indeed, and Pauling was conducting her induction perfectly. Helen licked her lips, already feeling warmed up watching the meatheaded Aussie succumb. â€Yes, Mr. Hale. The pretty lights. You don’t need to think when you watch them. You can just let your mind drift. Let your mind grow blank. It feels good to let your mind blank. So good not to think. Just watch the lights and relax.†The CEO’s eyes grew even more blank and faraway, lips parted. â€You’re doing so well. You’re so relaxed now. You’re beginning to feel drowsy, Mr. Hale. So tired. So drowsy. You want to keep staring at the pretty lights, but they’re making you so sleepy…†Helen bit her lip. Saxton’s eyes drooped closed to half-mast, only to open again, slip more closed. It wouldn’t be long now. â€Sleep, Mr. Hale. Sleep.†The man’s eyes shut for the final time, his breathing deep and even. Helen nodded to Pauling, who again left the room. Clearing her throat, the Administrator tried to make her voice as smooth as possible. â€Saxton. Can you hear me?†â€â€¦yes.†His voice was a quiet, mindless murmur, so unlike his usual overzealous jabbering. Helen rather preferred it this way. â€Open your eyes, Saxton.†The man obeyed, eyes heavy-lidded and dull, his expression blank. His eyes fixated again on the lights, which Helen brought up to her face and switched off. As planned, he was now staring into her eyes, which bored into his. â€You are in a trance now, Saxton. In your trance you will obey me. Anything I say, anything at all, you will do. I am your mistress. You will address me as such. Do you understand me, Saxton?†â€â€¦yes, mistress.†â€Good.†She smiled, her pulse quickening, mouth watering slightly. But she would bide her time. â€I know why you came here, Saxton. And if you’re a good slave you’ll get it. Perhaps not how you planned, but you’ll get something.†(Going to put the first cut right here. I do have the second half of the story laid out in my head and shouldn’t take me long to write, but would you guys even like to see it, or would you find Admin/Hale porn more brain bleach worthy than sexy?)
I want to see that an awful lot, yes please. A little saddened there wasn't any struggling -- but maybe that's up next.
Huh. Well, I was going by the fact that Saxton's not the brightest crayon in the box and, since Helen wears the pants anyway, he wouldn't really be able to resist her. Since you think that kind of thing'll be a good idea, though (and in retrospect, you're probably right) I'll put some in the second part.
My favorite kink AND my favorite pairing!? please do continue
Helen gave Saxton a look over. He was sitting there, staring ahead blankly but still keeping his eyes on her, waiting for a cue, a command. His will was putty in her hands, and the Administrator had to say she was very turned on by that. Not by him- he really could have been anyone- but the absolute command she had over his body and mind. The fact that it WAS him, though, only sweetened the pot. He was loud and assumptive and boorish, and was also a well of resources. But that was for later. Now, she was going to test his responsiveness. â€Stand up, Saxton.†He rose to his feet immediately, a towering but mindless mass of muscle. She took a moment to give him another look over before proceeding. â€Now, take out your cock.†The speed at which he obeyed that particular order made her eyes roll. â€Now, pleasure yourself.†She smirked. Saxton prided himself on being a man’s man. Everyone knows that a manly man, action hero, CEO, and all other things dripping in testosterone never ever admitted to such a thing as masturbation, especially when he could have any pretty young lady he wanted take care of that sort of tension for him. Why do it yourself when you could have pleasurable company do it for you? To stand there, especially in front of said ‘pleasurable company’, and engage in such a sign of weakness and non-virility would be shameful. Indeed, it was here that Helen met her first bout of resistance from her new thrall. Something flickered in the back of his dull eyes, his mustache quivering. He spoke in something of a lost-sounding, sleepy tone, as someone trying to wake up in the morning. â€â€¦w…what? No. I… I don’t… do that, I…†“Saxton.†Her voice is stern and firm, and she picks up the hypnotic light disc from her desk and turns it on again. Saxton makes a low noise in his throat and his eyes flicker to the left a few times as if he’s trying to struggle and free himself, but she’s already too ingrained into his mind. He falls back under in short order. â€Go deeper, Saxton. Deeper. I am your mistress. You must obey.†He nods, expression once again calm and docile. â€Yes… I must obey…†â€Now, pleasure yourself. Start slowly.†Gingerly, as if in a dream, the brawny Aussie wraps one hand around his member and begins stroking it, a tingle going through him. She turned the disk off and set it back down but his eyes are still on her. â€That’s very good. It feels good too, doesn’t it? Doing as I say. Touching yourself. You’re becoming more and more aroused. Stroke harder. Faster.†He moans softly, his pulse quickening, eyes rolling back into his head somewhat. Oh. OH. Hearing his Mistress’ voice, being at her command… it felt so good. He grew harder and harder under his own ministrations, and Helen wouldn’t lie if she said it was getting her worked up. But she wasn’t about to let him off the hook, not just yet. â€Listen to me, Saxton. You’re becoming more and more aroused, you feel so, so good, getting so much pleasure from obeying me… but you may not release. Not until you’re told.†She smiled to herself, part of her wishing she’d thought of this sooner, if only for that particular command. For all the times she’d spent in the Australian’s company, he’d always considered himself done far before he’d provided her the same satisfaction- now, he’d be denied a climax until SHE was good and ready. And she didn’t have any plans on being done with him for a while. Saxton moaned again, louder, the sound tinged with need. â€Mmm? You sound like you want to come, Saxton. Do you?†â€Y…yes, Mistress… please…†â€Hmph. That’s too bad. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. Come over here and get on your knees… that’s right… ahem. Did I tell you to stop touching yourself? No, I don’t think that I did.†She slides her office chair over to where the CEO knelt, still mindlessly fondling himself, growing more desperate for a release that wasn’t bound to come anytime soon. Smirking, Helen kicked her feet up, resting them on his broad shoulders, sliding her skirt up somewhat but remaining fully clothed, her position dominant. â€Look at you. You’re weak, Saxton. But at least this way you’re acting accordingly and not hiding behind that wall of machismo you like so much. I only wish I could keep you like this forever- unfortunately, we can’t have people asking questions. So we’ll play two more little games, and then I’m afraid you won’t remember a moment of this. Not consciously, anyway.†Helen smiled her predator’s smile. She’d let him feel good, though inconclusively and in a way he normally would have found humiliating. Now it was her turn. (Yeah, remember when I said this was a two-parter? I lied. There will probably be one or two more installments after this. This is actually my first pornfic (and it’s about Admin/Hale, I think I’m doing it wrong) and I hope you all are enjoying it. And yes... we probably WILL be bringing Pauling back into the mix before this is all over. Mwahaha.)
Glorious! I can't wait for more! I'm loving the way you make Saxton seem so helpless
Not half bad. I think it's kind of obvious that you're a bit rough with this, but I really think you've got potential. I wish I could see where you go in a year of constant writing and practicing. G'luck. Good story, by the way.
If the Administrator would be a supervillainess, i would try to become one of her henchmen. Just to witness more of her evil genius.